No rain today. We got an early start on the run we had planned. Mullethead set the pace until the last kilometre. Then we went all out to the best of our ability. My mentor left both of us in the dust, and I arrived at our driveway close to a hundred metres ahead of the mullethead. She. . .I mean 'it' was a little faster than when we first took 'it' on, but it due how we were composed, 'it' would never match either one of us. But 'it' showed us. 'It' did the lawn an hour after the run, and 'it' made pretty good time. The rest of the day, would belong to 'it'. The mullethead was kicked out of the kitchen when it came time for our main meal, and clean-up. And what a meal it was. I only helped cut up the veggies, for my mentor was the best chef in the house, and he cooked us up a fantabulous Japanese-Vietnamese hybrid that was about as spicy as I could stand it, and better than anything at any restaurant we ever ate in.
Why did we even eat out, it made me wonder.
Spontaneity. Oh, yes. Never knew for sure what we would get, and no dishes, pots and pans to clean up. Not to mention we might get a super hot waitress to serve us, and then there was the guerrilla theatre.
"Are the baby-back ribs made of real babies?"
And who knows what's to follow.
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The Midwest of the U.S. is toast. Japan is toast. China is toast. So is the world, for that matter. Some people realise it, most don't. The mullethead is bouncin' off the walls 'cause it's all happenin' in slow motion. I'm just sorry it has to be so painful. If I were in charge, it would happen a lot faster, I admit. Over in a couple of seconds, as opposed to bein' so drawn out, but it seems people need time to think things over as their world is crumblin' around 'em. But the animals?
I guess so. After all, they are more like people than most care to recognise. They're most certainly not worth less consideration. And when they are left to their own devices, they have no use of the human race. . .which abuses them for the most part. Without people, the quagga would still roam the African steppes, the dodo and the passenger pigeon would still be here, amongst many others.
Well, in the long run, it doesn't matter. After all, we're all just a'passin' through; as I've said before. Again, ultimately there is only one soul, divided; yet not. The end of Maya approaches, much to the dismay of those who messed the planet up more than anythin'.
OK. Fine by me, I suppose.
Well, I'd still do things faster. I don't like to see anythin' suffer, OK? Not even those who fecked the world up more than anythin'. After all, they will have to face themselves soon enough from a different perspective. And they do live in their own prisons of their own design; which most can't see for the life of 'em.
Not my problem, though. Though I am still limited in my knowledge even after my short trip home before Beltane, I do know I never dealt with them. After all, I had the right to decline a potential 'client' as Gate Keeper. We all do.
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